Is There Anyone Home

Is there anyone home in this house made of stone? Anyone inside know my name I've been around for a half of a hundred days. Never saw a door shut so tight Turn around, don't look down There's a man behind you with a gun Like any wandering child in the wilderness, Wild and uncaged are your ways I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred There's a light around you I've come to switch it on It will brighten every room Don't be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart. You got that feelin' in your soul Is there anyone home in this house made of stone? Anyone in there who might care I've grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed. Got a few good tales to unwind Turn around, don't look down There's a man behind you with a gun. Like any wandering minstrel I've dawned in the house of a thousand delights. I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred I think I heard Someone stirred --- Is There Anyone Home - Gordon Lightfoot